[It was a wash as soon as Rin left his front door. Any hopes of getting chores done, going to the library, doing land training went right out the door with him. Ai probably spent more time that afternoon and evening daydreaming than he did on planet earth.
He can't help but smile at the hesitant tone in Rin's voice. How considerate, Ai thinks. Was he worried to call him? Ai can understand why... He'd been king of avoiding contact if he thought he was being a nuisance. For once he's happy to paint himself a hypocrite, very quietly and quickly interjecting,]
I don't think there'd ever really be a bad time for you to call.
[-- before listening to Rin's following query. The way he asks is so tentative and Ai thinks loaded, too, and it makes his heart smash steeled fists against the cage of his chest. So much so Ai has to curl a hand into his shirt, as if that alone might stay the borderline choking feeling emanating up his spine from where butterflies have decided to take up shop in his gut.
It had never been this bad before, he thinks. Or maybe Ai had simply grown complacent with a bit of distance; Rin turning him warm with so much as an innocuous question was dangerous. All at once, Ai knows he's doomed.]
I have a morning class and practice around the early afternoon. [He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He had a few hours between, and then the rest of his evening. Would it be enough time for whatever Rin's skirting around? Before getting ahead of himself, Ai asks in a sudden flurry,] Will you still be with your family, senpai?
[ No matter how confident he felt about how Ai would receive his question, his heart was never bound to stay settled. But it made it easier to relax, somehow. Instead of questions, thoughts, doubts, his mind could focus wholly on the sensation of blood rushing through his system, instilling him with the low roll of thrill and excitement. No, this moment isn’t a race, but he always felt better when passions were high.
It didn’t matter if Ai was busy Friday – Rin counted on Saturday. Whatever day it took, Rin felt confident he would find even small hours to spend with him. Rin couldn’t imagine letting this once unfathomable feeling slip by him.
So, what does he say, exactly? That conveys the truth perfectly; that he still had a few planned days ahead of him, but knew if he asked Gou, she would help him slip away before then; that Ai didn't have to welcome him back in, but Rin wanted him to. He wets his lips, his voice briefly hung deep within his chest, lost in a bloom of heat. ]
...Not if you want me, [ he answers, his voice like a whispered challenge made only for Ai's ears. ]
[Nitori Aiichirou nearly launches his phone across the green.
It's for the best he's in public, he thinks. Because Rin's low, borderline sultry tone has every single intended effect, so much so Ai had to stand up on his feet and clench into the fabric of his shirt tight to keep himself on the line. Isn't my answer obvious?! But more than that, one painfully, glaringly obvious truth settles like molten lava in Ai's gut: Rin's flirting. Intentionally. With him. There was no other way to interpret that, right?
It's comical, almost, how two versions of himself wage a hard-fought war in his chest. The part of him that has sat on his hands for years and years, trying to justify away that which in hindsight had become so obvious. And the part of him that swears it can still feel Rin's hands on his skin, his lips on his lips, swears it can still feel Rin's shaft against the cleave of his--]
I don't think the team would miss me if I took an early weekend.
[-- is the sudden borderline breathless declaration he finally makes after a silence that had spanned a moment too long, stuck in stunlock. Flustered as he might sound, he also sounds certain. I want you here early. I want as much of you as I can have. Ai will spare no breath in reminding Rin exactly how badly he is wanted, and how large of a space he takes up in Ai's heart.]
[ He’d swoon if he could see Ai’s fierce reaction – or, something close to swooning, whatever you’d call that funny, cock-eyed smile he gave too often. Instead, he’s subject to whatever little sound might cut through the line before he’s given a proper response.
Rin laughs, his cheeks warmly flushed as he smiles. ] Hey, not like I couldn’t take you on my routine to make up for lost time. Give you a taste of what it’s like to really get your blood pumping.
[ In the workout kind of way. --Well, definitely the other way, too. ]
I'll check the train schedules and let you know. Probably can be there after you're done with classes.
[Ai picks up on that double entendre and much like the first time cannot believe the words he's hearing fly out of Rin's mouth. Brazen, confident, forward-- for him. One would think after laying naked with each other not once but twice Ai would have the constitution to handle such a thing, but plainly, he's still fundamentally unable to handle Rin being so overt. Somehow, giving volley was even more difficult over the phone than it would be in person, he thinks. I want to see him so badly, my chest feels like it's about to burst.]
It isn't that hard to get my blood pumping.
[No he isn't elaborating, yes it's deliberate, no he will not be bringing Rin to the pool any time soon. Ai clears his throat a little, subtly, trying not to let it sound through the line; it's all he can do for his composure, getting stares from passersby who get snapshots of his face incrementally heating second by second.
Ai holds the side of his palm to his mouth, as if that might help him reach his equilibrium again,] It's no rush. Classes are over around noon, so we have time.
[And then he's just a touch too quiet for a touch too long. Conjuring courage up from the deep wells of his gut. Quietly, gently, almost vulnerably, he says into the phone line,]
[ It isn’t hard to, is it? Rin had only to step into Ai’s space to unveil that truth. From the moment their lips could have touched, Ai burned hot with passion and want. And Rin isn’t much different, is he? Spurred by the frustration at Ai’s fingertips as he taunted Ai with a kiss, he wanted just as well to feel how high those passions could take them. Every touch chased a singular high that (as Rin has started to realize, slowly) had eluded Ai for years, and Rin gave gladly into that ecstasy when their hearts finally collided.
It’s addictive, to feel that much want from a person. His heart aches, remembering the way Ai tore him down into that first, fervorous kiss. He wants that feeling again.
Noon... Despite his wandering mind, he registers that much. Noon should work. Rin imagines Ai knocking him over into the train car before he has the chance to step off – not likely to happen, but he definitely saw it in a movie once. ]
... Yeah, [ he answers Ai’s sweet sentiment as stupidly as humanly possible, combing his hair through his part and trying not to look embarrassed. Ai’s not even here, and all his nerves have shaken his very core. ]
It’ll... be nice. Seeing you. [ The last time he felt like this, Ai called him nervous over holding his stupid fucking hand. Rin laughs at himself; he’s got this so ass backwards. ]
[Grandiose displays will have to wait; Ai is still struck at the fact the sentiments he's sat on for years are allowed out of their cage, and more than that, that it's increasingly more likely by the day Rin isn't simply tolerating it. It's hard to ignore the realities buried between bodies. Not just their sex, but the way Ai swears Rin was looking at him. And it's there, too, in the sweet way Rin's voice loses its certainty and its charming affect for a moment, as if his heart stuttered just a beat too long. A breathlessness Ai recognizes painfully well.
Ass-backwards doesn't even come close to their reality, but it was theirs, and so Ai wouldn't dare try to second guess whether it was the right road to take or not. Isn't even ready to confront his own bloom, let alone Rin's. He had very little to hide, but all the same not enough words or experience with pulling back the curtain. All in due time.
Ai's sat back down on the bench; leans his head all the way back, over its support. Drapes his free arm over his eyes. Because he's now given up trying to have any amount of control over the way his heart, syllable after syllable, seems insistent on beating right out of his chest.]
You can text me that morning. If our schedules align, I can pick you up from the train station. [Though it would be dependent, unfortunately; if Rin arrived while Ai was still in class, it'd be more convenient for him to come down on his own. It was about a twenty minute local train ride to the rail train from Ai's neighbourhood, and Ai would simply feel bad keeping Rin waiting arbitrarily like that. But his intention was clear, I want to see you as soon as I can.]
Yeah, for sure. [ he simpers. He’d make sure they’d line up. ] So, uh, tell me about practice?
[ But, what Ai says mattered less than what Rin wanted – selfishly, just to hear Ai speak for a while. It had been years since they’d just bantered. Gladly, he’ll listen, his eyes still staring at a beautiful blue summer sky. Eventually, something would tear them apart - family or obligations - but for all of Rin’s wanting, he knew he’d find his way back to Ai soon.
Rin made sure to train that morning; he knew he’d want the energy, but more than that, it was a fine way to put himself to sleep on the long train ride back into Tokyo. Head hung under the brim of his cap, occasionally his eyes peel open to check his phone, every time hoping he would see the flash of Ai’s name on his lock screen. Gou’s once; Sousuke’s twice. He wondered what his best friend would think if he knew how much Rin’s trip had changed over one night.
Tsk, I still need to talk to him. He really screwed up not just planning to stay at Ai’s just once this trip.
It’s 1:07 on a Friday, just a little later than the schedule had promised him. The train is packed and Rin stands (annoyed) at the furthest point from any door out of the car – but his eyes stare out the window, wondering how it would feel to see Ai again. His heart stirs. His hand holds a little tighter onto his luggage.
The train starts to break into the station, and he smirks to himself. It probably wouldn’t kill him to calm down in the next 5 seconds, or he’s going to embarrass the hell out of himself when he does see Ai.... ]
[It would hardly be the first time he's welcomed Rin home after travel. Several times throughout their first year together when Rin would go away for a weekend. After his trip to Australia in Ai's second year of high school, the first person who had the honour of welcoming Rin back was Ai, too.
So why then is his heart caught in his throat, and every second that ticks by an amplifier for his own heartbeat between his ears? Worse still, Ai got here early. As soon as his class let out, he booked it to the train station. What else was he gonna do, panic at home instead?
It means that several times over the course of the ~thirty or so minutes he has to kill, he sees multiple trains roll through. Each and every single one has him standing on his tip-toes to scan the crowds, thick or thin, that pour out for red hair. Every time, the platform clears, Ai falls back onto his feet, and goes back to looking at the train arrival board...
A train rolls in. People pour out of it. Ai scans every single head.
Please stand clear, the doors are closing...
Just as he's about to take out his phone to finally text Rin and ask if he was on his way, he spots the man in question. Like a beautiful spirit that has walked straight out of Ai's memory. It's only been a week, barely a week - he has gone so much longer without Rin in his immediate pull - and yet all the same, Ai's chest constricts with its attempts to keep his heart from launching out of it.
If Rin's caught sight of him - about one train cart down - he'd see big, bright blue eyes with eyebrows up to his hairline, and a smile wide enough to bisect his entire face. All Ai wants to do is launch himself at his senior, but. Propriety with him always wins out; instead, Ai jogs with a small pep in his step up to Rin, unable to stop the way his eyes roam over him for a moment. It's certifiably insane, he thinks, how much can change when seemingly nothing has changed at all.
You have a tongue, Aiichirou! Use it!! You're staring!]
How was the train ride? [With people still on the platform, Ai won't do anything crass, but. Maybe he shuffles just a few centimeters closer.] How was the morning? Did your mother let you go easy?
[ Ai spots Rin first, but his smile is no less wide. Already his heart bounds, excited and nervous as long strides cover the extra distance between them. He’s in a black baseball cap, gray t-shirt with a faded geometric design, black pants, and a red hoodie tied at his waist that he mostly kept out for sleeping on in the train – Rin looks a bit overburdened with his large duffle bag and rolling luggage, but so it is for this month-long vagabond. Whatever his attire might say about him, his expression is light, easy, and smiling as he looks at Ai.
He’s so close, Rin thinks as he takes his baseball cap off, unbothered and no less excited than Ai to find himself in this warm atmosphere again. Ai looks a little different right now – not because a week had changed him but, well… No, a week had certainly changed something. ] You fuss too much, [ he chortles, not sure how to answer the rapid fire questions, though it wasn’t for minding that he didn’t answer them. Instead, he answers with something else.
The train arches back before it finds motion again. Rin flicks the back of his cap upright and holds it strangely close to Ai’s face. He leans forward and, behind the shelter of a hat, presses their mouths together in hardly-there secrecy. Sure, maybe he could have a little more propriety, too; but to Rin, it’s a sea of strangers whose thoughts and feelings meant nothing to him. If anyone should judge him for this display, then fine; judge him for kissing the most beautiful man on this platform. ]
[He only smiles to Rin's quip, because Rin isn't entirely wrong. But Ai would hardly call it fussing; rather, with their time away from one another, Ai was eager to catch up, and Rin's train ride in was relevant and top of mind. And Ai was always so good at filling space, speaking too much and too fast when oftentimes something quieter, simpler would suffice.
Like a kiss from behind the curtain of a hat. It makes Ai melt, heart throbbing in his throat, and he can't help but chase Rin's lips just a little bit before pulling away fully. That Rin could greet him so sincerely and easily in such a way... Ai's heart sings. It's maybe saccharine, even trite, but a part of him wishes he could go back in time to let his younger self know it'll get better. The kid who wrote himself angry letters and spent more time stealing furtive glances and crying on stairwells than taking up any more space than he thought tolerable would one day come to realize that loving someone so wholly doesn't have to hurt after all.
Ai gently reaches for the hem of Rin's shirt; a small touch, something just to let him know without words that Ai missed him, wanted him here. Not that Rin needed the reassurance... The smile Ai wears is lopsided, a little goofy; his cheeks still dusted a soft pink from when their lips had met.]
Did you eat? [And Ai beats Rin to the punch with a wider smile,] That one you have to answer, because it'll tell me if I'm taking you home now or not. [Truthfully he had no real plans. He may or may not go to the pool later, depending on how deeply tangled he and Rin become. But an afternoon spent lazing and catching up together? Is as nostalgic as it is nice to imagine.]
[ Rin smirks as his head lolls to the side to put his cap back on his head. ] Tch, when you say it like that, makes it harder to choose.
[ He’s not sure if Ai meant it, but the sexual charge there is undeniable, and his surges in his chest so suddenly he feels nearly nervous. Of fucking course he wants Ai to take him home now, but that many hours on a train and it’s lunchtime? He grits his teeth through a half frown as he debates. ]
Konbini on our way there? [ He leans toward Ai, his grin growing wider. ] I’ll make it up to you with dinner tonight.
[He didn't mean it, but it perhaps speaks to their natural and latent chemistry. It doesn't help that Ai's thought about it borderline religiously since Rin's left, too. Ai had been the one so proudly touting giving Rin a new problem, unaware exactly what that'd mean for him... It's a good thing he's used to breaking through to reach his focus - in school, in the water - otherwise the past week might've done him in.
He can't help but smile a bit at Rin's frown, sure he can nearly predict the string of thought that just passed through his head.]
Works for me. [He walks backward a few paces, unable to tear his eyes away from Rin just yet, before righting himself right before the escalator and trusting Rin's right behind him. A few silent paces down the automated stairs, and Ai looks over his shoulder to Rin, expression cheeky.] Does that mean you plan on cooking? Or are we going out somewhere?
[ How is Ai like this? Twitterpated, Rin watches as Ai moves back, his expression softened, hypnotized by Ai’s natural allure. That he’s struck should be obvious as Ai’s gaze hangs on him, and its not until Ai turns away that his mind is grounded once more. He closes his eyes as he scoffs out a quiet laugh. His heart stood still and now it’s pounding to make up for lost time. What the hell, Ai…
Rin’s not far behind and leans on the escalator rail as he folds his arms. He smirks a little at the question. ]
Guess I could make you dinner. You know this place better than me for restaurants; doesn’t matter to me if we go out or stay in.
[ So long as I’m with you - he’d probably never have the courage to say it so plainly, but nervously he feels it. ] Would probably need to shop somewhere if I did cook.
If it's together, I don't mind what we do. So I guess we can play it by ear.
[Inadvertently saying the very thing Rin is thinking out loud, with so much ease he may as well be saying the sky is blue.
Logistically speaking, going out would be easier... But then it kind of feels like a date, doesn't it? I'm not sure that's senpai's intent... But the thought is appealing, even if it's selfishly so. Ai doubts Rin's packed a wardrobe for someplace nice, but even one of the local curry places or two-person yakiniku could be worthwhile... Ah, but doing it at home has its issues too... It wasn't that Ai couldn't cook, but that Rin has already offered to. And if Rin cooked, Ai would offer to clean up for him. But isn't it all a bit domestic?! No matter what happens, it's hard to read it in a normal way--!
Ai is torn out from his thoughts by nearly tripping on the bottom rung of the escalator, catching himself just as his feet come to the pavement. He doesn't dare look back over his shoulder in fear of seeing Rin's judgment... Or laughter. He's suddenly walking faster than he had been up on the train platform.
Ai taps himself out of the gate and waits for Rin on the sidewalk,] You're not here to be put to work, so maybe going out is better... [Seems he's decided for them.]
[ Rin stares, a small frown on his lips as he watches Ai deliberate. He’s overthinking it… He’s not really sure what there is to overthink. He was making meals at most of the places he was showing up at; it's the least he could do for couch-surfing for a bit. Not like Ai knows that; nor does Rin really consider all the intimate details of it.
Ai’s name hitches on Rin’s lips when he stumbles but, ultimately, yeah, he’s getting a small simper. Rin exits the escalator with a much, much cooler landing, calling out as Ai scampers ahead: ] Tch, watch yourself, hey? You’d be pissed if you ended up injured! [ He's cute... Rin realizes he shouldn’t find it endearing. ]
Doesn’t matter to me, [ he shrugs as he joins Ai on the sidewalk, but if that’s what Ai wants, he’ll remember it for later. It’s the same station he got stranded at, so he knows the way, walking only in step with Ai toward their destination. ]
Your coach didn’t give you a hard time about skipping, did he?
[Ai's generally come far! A straighter spine, a better spatial awareness, a latent strength and stamina hand-curated and hewn that makes him cut through water like a damn razor. But with Rin, sometimes, just sometimes, echoes of that mildly klutzy, easily flustered, loud kid had ways of reappearing. In equal measure it's embarrassing and reassuring. Tch! Watch yourself, hey? Not that Rin can see it, but Ai's smiling. Because if it's me and this guy, when we really think about it, not much has changed at all.
Overthinking was his forte, Rin! Though he's finished with it given the obvious choice; that, and Rin is back in his periphery on his side, and it's easy to level-set Rin with sky blue eyes that seem to hold a sparkle only he's allowed to witness.
To Rin's question, Ai's smile is just a touch too quick, and confident, and easy-going.]
Not at all. I told him I had an intimate family matter I had to attend to. He was very sympathetic.
[Categorically Ai was a bad liar, but he could be a good liar where it served his latent delinquent streak, and both of these things were things he learned from Rin specifically. Or, at the very least, Rin brought it out of him more than most. Ai generally has amazing attendance and is more punctual than most of his peers, so lying for one day off didn't upset him in the least.]
Ah, but we could still go to the pool. I'm not sure how much Mikhail-oyaji is breathing down your neck, but I know this close to competition season, it can't be a bad idea.
[A left-hand turn, and on the corner of a block up ahead, Ai's apartment complex comes into view.]
Nah, [ he answers coolly as he drags his fingers through his hair. ] I did my work-out this morning. Even when the season isn’t close, I’m basically always full-time. Bulk doesn’t just stick around because you want to relax for a few too many days.
[ He stares at the apartment from a distance, a small tug at his lip. He can’t deny, he’s getting a little excited. His eyes cast a long glance at Ai, feeling somewhat light-headed as his mind rolls around thin, spirited thoughts. He’s a little too quiet for a little too long. As Rin admires Ai’s profile in silence, it becomes more and more obvious that he’s staring. ]
[Ai dons a simper, though something about it is just a little awry,] Of course I don't think you'd slack, senpai. None of us can. [Even with daily workouts not all of us can bulk up anyway, you know...?!
Ai knows his body isn't really an issue; he cuts through water just as fast as his peers, has set records with these slimmer shoulders and smaller waist. It can just be a little hard to completely shake the shadows of voices from elementary that always had a way of reminding him how small he was compared to other boys his age.
Ai enters the front gate of his complex and climbs up the stairs toward his unit; it's only half-way up the flight that he finally pings the feeling he's had on him since he and Rin turned onto his block. Ai peers behind him, and sees that heavy crimson gaze leveled upon him acutely. Inadvertently his cheeks flush a little, but there's no shock or surprise. Rather, a subtle awe. That he could draw in such a leaden gaze, unabashed. He can't help his sudden laugh, small and tittered and airy, climbing the rest of the steps and walking the short length of the landing to his front door,]
For my own sake I'll have to hope you only have kind things bouncing around in your head right now, senpai. [It's an invitation to show or tell; Ai presses his door in and waits for Rin to enter before following suit.]
[ There's not a lot of sense to capture the energy that surges in Rin's mind. He's staring along the corner of a neck as they walk, and when Ai glances at him, the smallest smirk climbs up his lip. Hooded eyes twinkle at Ai, but while they're in public, he's clearly holding back. Straight home then, isn't it...? His hand finds the back of Ai's ribcage, a comfortable touch for a comfortable moment, only briefly before they make their way up the stairs to Ai's apartment.
That small smirk evolves as Ai muses at him. ] I wouldn't call them unkind, [ he answers with a chortle, passing Ai through the front door. But as he goes, his hand falls on Ai's sternum. He turns on his heels as his fingers close around the front of Ai's shirt, and really... is it any surprise when Rin forcefully draws Ai's form into the unlit apartment, clearing the door enough to let it fall shut.
Rin prowls towards Ai, closing the distance between them until Ai's back is pressed now on the opposite side of the door. Teeth flash with glee, his eyes burning with an excitement that he's trying to contain. He had a week of thoughts backed up in his mind and he's forced to admit he doesn't know exactly what of them to start with; but here seems nice. Their bodies pressed close together, their faces inches apart. His fingers find the locks on Ai's door for him; as good as kissing him might sound, he's being mindful about the door first. ]
What about you? [ he croons. ] You can't tell me you've only had kind thoughts about me, huh?
[It is immediate and apparent under Rin's palm, the way Ai shivers when he feels Rin's hand pressed to the band of his ribcage. And yet again, with Rin's taunting inflection and fingers that move to his front.
In one moment, Ai's stood on firm footing; in the next, Rin's pulled him flush, and Ai faintly lodges in the back of his head that he should at least try and get used to this, because Rin's always been handsy and forward with a sprinkle of bravado to match, and whether or not their thing would persist indefinitely, it'd certainly do Ai good not to find himself breathless every single damn time Rin demands his proximity.
The first two small steps, Rin is guiding him back toward the door; the last step, Ai's hands have slid over Rin's pectorals over top of his shirt, fingers gently furled into the fabric, not so much letting Rin guide him as much as Ai forces their proximity to remain as close as possible-- even as his shoulders, his back hit the door.
Ai's palms are heavy as they skate, flat and flexed, up Rin's collar bone, up his neck, over his shoulders, up into his hair. Far too easily, he smiles.]
I'd like to imagine the thoughts I've had are very kind, Rin-senpai. [Ai guides Rin's head down, enough that their lips are just barely not touching. Here, too, Ai's smile grows wider.] Because I think it's kind to share.
[ It's electric, the way Ai grabs his shirt and demands his closeness. No doubt could have crossed his mind that Ai should want him closer, but feeling it so plainly makes Rin's chest stir. Ai is closing the distance between them faster than he can press that body against the wall.
Rin hums, thoughtful and heated, as Ai's fingers wander their way up and into Rin's hair. He has such a sweetness about his touch. Rin's head tilts slightly, pressing into his palms and, for a moment, closing his eyes. It steals the air from his lungs. He relents against the guidance, closing the distance between their lips only as much as Ai permitted. Their foreheads touch. Rin is flush at the corners of his cheeks, his attention rapt on the words that ghost against his lips.
He chortles, his jaw flexing slightly. ] Yeah? Don't hate me if I share a little too much, then.
[ Rudely, his lips miss Ai's, barely kissing the corner of his mouth before pouring them over his cheek and neck. Tongue and teeth scrape over the tender skin, tracing a pulse down Ai's neck. A few days and no one would notice Ai's body had been ravaged, no? With care and confidence in equal measure, his teeth sink into the curve of Ai's neck. Hands find the hem of a shirt before slipping under, his palms fiercely pressing up and over the bare skin of Ai's stomach and side. ]
[Barely inside for two minutes, and Rin's lips and hands are over him. And for a moment, just a moment, blink and miss it, Ai freezes as his mind projects itself elsewhere. Reconciling with the fact he is wanted. Craved for. By Rin. Even if they've exchanged texts, even if they've been at this juncture before, even if Rin so sweetly and stealthily kissed his lips on the train platform, it's still a process to internalize. To accept that the reality he had yearned against for so god damn long is finally the reality he gets to live in, too.
Ai practically melts when he feels Rin's lips graze the corner of his own; selfishly he turns his cheek in, as if to give chase. But Rin's already on the move, carving a path forward with intent spelled among the sharp teeth presently dancing down the slope of his neck. Ai shudders, head slowly lolling back against the wall. It felt unfair, how Rin could stoke such immediate anticipation in his body.
As Rin sinks his teeth into the pliant skin of his neck, Ai's hands both flex strongly against Rin's scalp; his lips slowly fall agape, a deep well of breath attempting to pull itself down into his lungs. Rin's hands meeting his molten skin finally rip a soft moan from his lips he was sure wouldn't come so quickly, but. Ai was never known for being quiet.
He presses his body against wherever Rin touches; rolls his hips and arches his spine in order to press his stomach up against Rin's palms. Ai's hands drag down out of Rin's hair, the back of his neck and his shoulders. Blunt fingernails drag their way back down his front, where Ai is able to loop his arms around Rin's body. Under his shirt, up his spine, back down to his hips. The fabric of Rin's shirt just barely pools over his wrists.
Ai's eyes crack open, catching Rin sidelong in his periphery. Softly he tugs forward against Rin's body, one of his knees bent off the wall and barely aligned between Rin's thighs.]
[ He groans and chortles with approval as a moan cuts Ai's breath. Does he know how pretty he sounds when he starts to come undone? Rin aches to tell him, not with his words, but the every way his hands and mouth and body could betray him. Every movement of Ai's body feels feverish against Rin's pining. Static charges the surrounding air. His skin prickles with heat, already wanting to shed these excess layers which clung uncomfortably against his body.
A leg between his thigh is a quick bribe. The moment he knows that it's there, Rin grinds against that leg, the bulge of his growing erection already obvious from the heat of kissing along Ai's neck. But the quick and sudden thrust rattles the door, shuddering Rin's senses enough to remember how quickly he'd lept into Ai's space. He should have thought maybe a touch harder about where he pinned Ai, huh?
Rin grunts, drawing reluctantly back. His cheeks are flushed red as he presses his forehead against Ai's. Rubies glitter as the light of Ai's beautiful face reflects off them. His hand finds Ai's throat and caresses down it, nearly dangerous for how badly he wants Ai's body. ]
Bedroom?
[ While before, in that first encounter, he might have been a bit shy to insist; but after two heated encounters, the flicker of nerves is gone. He just wants Ai on the same pace as him.
And, in the same pace, either leading or following, he'll snag Ai's hand to close the distance toward Ai's room. ]
[It's an all-consuming heat that had set on so fast, Ai feels less broiled in steady ember and more charred, beside himself at how fast his body has decided it needs right more now please. Doesn't give a single care in the world that the hardened wood of his front door rattles some when the force of Rin's hips has Ai's bodyweight pinned against the damn thing; he'll upset his neighbours twenty times over, if it means indulging just a little more.
He means to give chase. To slide forward some; to bridge their bodies from his thigh to instead his hips, to let Rin feel as much of him as he's getting to feel of Rin. Equally as suffocating as the heat quickly licking every inch of his body is the borderline stun that he gets to have this. Unlike Rin's nerves, this sensation has not abated a single bit in the time between encounters; it's likely Ai will be marveled by the fact he can come to this juncture with Rin for a while.
Rin is leading him out of the genkan, and Ai isn't being helpful, because even as they both give chase down the length of his tiny apartment to his bedroom, Ai is occupying himself with a hand escaping the hold of Rin's to instead slide down his spine and take a selfish little squeeze of Rin's rear end. And there's a glint in his eyes, something equal amounts his time-tested adoration for the man beside him, and mischief.
Across the threshold, Ai slows down. Enough to take Rin by his shoulders, smooth his lithe fingertips over his collarbone. Over his jaw, to lead Rin down into a kiss. It starts sweet, but with every step forward forcing Rin's backside closer to his bed, it grows heavier. Ai won't stop or be satisfied until there is no room left to walk Rin any further backward, only leaning further and heavier against his lips, and his tongue, and his teeth, as if that might encourage Rin to comply and get on the bed.]
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Date: 2025-10-15 10:18 pm (UTC)He can't help but smile at the hesitant tone in Rin's voice. How considerate, Ai thinks. Was he worried to call him? Ai can understand why... He'd been king of avoiding contact if he thought he was being a nuisance. For once he's happy to paint himself a hypocrite, very quietly and quickly interjecting,]
I don't think there'd ever really be a bad time for you to call.
[-- before listening to Rin's following query. The way he asks is so tentative and Ai thinks loaded, too, and it makes his heart smash steeled fists against the cage of his chest. So much so Ai has to curl a hand into his shirt, as if that alone might stay the borderline choking feeling emanating up his spine from where butterflies have decided to take up shop in his gut.
It had never been this bad before, he thinks. Or maybe Ai had simply grown complacent with a bit of distance; Rin turning him warm with so much as an innocuous question was dangerous. All at once, Ai knows he's doomed.]
I have a morning class and practice around the early afternoon. [He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He had a few hours between, and then the rest of his evening. Would it be enough time for whatever Rin's skirting around? Before getting ahead of himself, Ai asks in a sudden flurry,] Will you still be with your family, senpai?
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Date: 2025-10-15 11:06 pm (UTC)It didn’t matter if Ai was busy Friday – Rin counted on Saturday. Whatever day it took, Rin felt confident he would find even small hours to spend with him. Rin couldn’t imagine letting this once unfathomable feeling slip by him.
So, what does he say, exactly? That conveys the truth perfectly; that he still had a few planned days ahead of him, but knew if he asked Gou, she would help him slip away before then; that Ai didn't have to welcome him back in, but Rin wanted him to. He wets his lips, his voice briefly hung deep within his chest, lost in a bloom of heat. ]
...Not if you want me, [ he answers, his voice like a whispered challenge made only for Ai's ears. ]
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Date: 2025-10-15 11:19 pm (UTC)It's for the best he's in public, he thinks. Because Rin's low, borderline sultry tone has every single intended effect, so much so Ai had to stand up on his feet and clench into the fabric of his shirt tight to keep himself on the line. Isn't my answer obvious?! But more than that, one painfully, glaringly obvious truth settles like molten lava in Ai's gut: Rin's flirting. Intentionally. With him. There was no other way to interpret that, right?
It's comical, almost, how two versions of himself wage a hard-fought war in his chest. The part of him that has sat on his hands for years and years, trying to justify away that which in hindsight had become so obvious. And the part of him that swears it can still feel Rin's hands on his skin, his lips on his lips, swears it can still feel Rin's shaft against the cleave of his--]
I don't think the team would miss me if I took an early weekend.
[-- is the sudden borderline breathless declaration he finally makes after a silence that had spanned a moment too long, stuck in stunlock. Flustered as he might sound, he also sounds certain. I want you here early. I want as much of you as I can have. Ai will spare no breath in reminding Rin exactly how badly he is wanted, and how large of a space he takes up in Ai's heart.]
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Date: 2025-10-16 07:17 am (UTC)Rin laughs, his cheeks warmly flushed as he smiles. ] Hey, not like I couldn’t take you on my routine to make up for lost time. Give you a taste of what it’s like to really get your blood pumping.
[ In the workout kind of way. --Well, definitely the other way, too. ]
I'll check the train schedules and let you know. Probably can be there after you're done with classes.
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Date: 2025-10-16 06:47 pm (UTC)It isn't that hard to get my blood pumping.
[No he isn't elaborating, yes it's deliberate, no he will not be bringing Rin to the pool any time soon. Ai clears his throat a little, subtly, trying not to let it sound through the line; it's all he can do for his composure, getting stares from passersby who get snapshots of his face incrementally heating second by second.
Ai holds the side of his palm to his mouth, as if that might help him reach his equilibrium again,] It's no rush. Classes are over around noon, so we have time.
[And then he's just a touch too quiet for a touch too long. Conjuring courage up from the deep wells of his gut. Quietly, gently, almost vulnerably, he says into the phone line,]
I can't wait to see you, Rin-senpai.
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Date: 2025-10-17 01:57 am (UTC)It’s addictive, to feel that much want from a person. His heart aches, remembering the way Ai tore him down into that first, fervorous kiss. He wants that feeling again.
Noon... Despite his wandering mind, he registers that much. Noon should work. Rin imagines Ai knocking him over into the train car before he has the chance to step off – not likely to happen, but he definitely saw it in a movie once. ]
... Yeah, [ he answers Ai’s sweet sentiment as stupidly as humanly possible, combing his hair through his part and trying not to look embarrassed. Ai’s not even here, and all his nerves have shaken his very core. ]
It’ll... be nice. Seeing you. [ The last time he felt like this, Ai called him nervous over holding his stupid fucking hand. Rin laughs at himself; he’s got this so ass backwards. ]
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Date: 2025-10-17 02:23 am (UTC)Ass-backwards doesn't even come close to their reality, but it was theirs, and so Ai wouldn't dare try to second guess whether it was the right road to take or not. Isn't even ready to confront his own bloom, let alone Rin's. He had very little to hide, but all the same not enough words or experience with pulling back the curtain. All in due time.
Ai's sat back down on the bench; leans his head all the way back, over its support. Drapes his free arm over his eyes. Because he's now given up trying to have any amount of control over the way his heart, syllable after syllable, seems insistent on beating right out of his chest.]
You can text me that morning. If our schedules align, I can pick you up from the train station. [Though it would be dependent, unfortunately; if Rin arrived while Ai was still in class, it'd be more convenient for him to come down on his own. It was about a twenty minute local train ride to the rail train from Ai's neighbourhood, and Ai would simply feel bad keeping Rin waiting arbitrarily like that. But his intention was clear, I want to see you as soon as I can.]
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Date: 2025-10-21 05:26 am (UTC)[ But, what Ai says mattered less than what Rin wanted – selfishly, just to hear Ai speak for a while. It had been years since they’d just bantered. Gladly, he’ll listen, his eyes still staring at a beautiful blue summer sky. Eventually, something would tear them apart - family or obligations - but for all of Rin’s wanting, he knew he’d find his way back to Ai soon.
Rin made sure to train that morning; he knew he’d want the energy, but more than that, it was a fine way to put himself to sleep on the long train ride back into Tokyo. Head hung under the brim of his cap, occasionally his eyes peel open to check his phone, every time hoping he would see the flash of Ai’s name on his lock screen. Gou’s once; Sousuke’s twice. He wondered what his best friend would think if he knew how much Rin’s trip had changed over one night.
Tsk, I still need to talk to him. He really screwed up not just planning to stay at Ai’s just once this trip.
It’s 1:07 on a Friday, just a little later than the schedule had promised him. The train is packed and Rin stands (annoyed) at the furthest point from any door out of the car – but his eyes stare out the window, wondering how it would feel to see Ai again. His heart stirs. His hand holds a little tighter onto his luggage.
The train starts to break into the station, and he smirks to himself. It probably wouldn’t kill him to calm down in the next 5 seconds, or he’s going to embarrass the hell out of himself when he does see Ai.... ]
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Date: 2025-10-21 02:59 pm (UTC)So why then is his heart caught in his throat, and every second that ticks by an amplifier for his own heartbeat between his ears? Worse still, Ai got here early. As soon as his class let out, he booked it to the train station. What else was he gonna do, panic at home instead?
It means that several times over the course of the ~thirty or so minutes he has to kill, he sees multiple trains roll through. Each and every single one has him standing on his tip-toes to scan the crowds, thick or thin, that pour out for red hair. Every time, the platform clears, Ai falls back onto his feet, and goes back to looking at the train arrival board...
A train rolls in. People pour out of it. Ai scans every single head.
Please stand clear, the doors are closing...
Just as he's about to take out his phone to finally text Rin and ask if he was on his way, he spots the man in question. Like a beautiful spirit that has walked straight out of Ai's memory. It's only been a week, barely a week - he has gone so much longer without Rin in his immediate pull - and yet all the same, Ai's chest constricts with its attempts to keep his heart from launching out of it.
If Rin's caught sight of him - about one train cart down - he'd see big, bright blue eyes with eyebrows up to his hairline, and a smile wide enough to bisect his entire face. All Ai wants to do is launch himself at his senior, but. Propriety with him always wins out; instead, Ai jogs with a small pep in his step up to Rin, unable to stop the way his eyes roam over him for a moment. It's certifiably insane, he thinks, how much can change when seemingly nothing has changed at all.
You have a tongue, Aiichirou! Use it!! You're staring!]
How was the train ride? [With people still on the platform, Ai won't do anything crass, but. Maybe he shuffles just a few centimeters closer.] How was the morning? Did your mother let you go easy?
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Date: 2025-10-22 07:14 pm (UTC)He’s so close, Rin thinks as he takes his baseball cap off, unbothered and no less excited than Ai to find himself in this warm atmosphere again. Ai looks a little different right now – not because a week had changed him but, well… No, a week had certainly changed something. ] You fuss too much, [ he chortles, not sure how to answer the rapid fire questions, though it wasn’t for minding that he didn’t answer them. Instead, he answers with something else.
The train arches back before it finds motion again. Rin flicks the back of his cap upright and holds it strangely close to Ai’s face. He leans forward and, behind the shelter of a hat, presses their mouths together in hardly-there secrecy. Sure, maybe he could have a little more propriety, too; but to Rin, it’s a sea of strangers whose thoughts and feelings meant nothing to him. If anyone should judge him for this display, then fine; judge him for kissing the most beautiful man on this platform. ]
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Date: 2025-10-22 07:54 pm (UTC)Like a kiss from behind the curtain of a hat. It makes Ai melt, heart throbbing in his throat, and he can't help but chase Rin's lips just a little bit before pulling away fully. That Rin could greet him so sincerely and easily in such a way... Ai's heart sings. It's maybe saccharine, even trite, but a part of him wishes he could go back in time to let his younger self know it'll get better. The kid who wrote himself angry letters and spent more time stealing furtive glances and crying on stairwells than taking up any more space than he thought tolerable would one day come to realize that loving someone so wholly doesn't have to hurt after all.
Ai gently reaches for the hem of Rin's shirt; a small touch, something just to let him know without words that Ai missed him, wanted him here. Not that Rin needed the reassurance... The smile Ai wears is lopsided, a little goofy; his cheeks still dusted a soft pink from when their lips had met.]
Did you eat? [And Ai beats Rin to the punch with a wider smile,] That one you have to answer, because it'll tell me if I'm taking you home now or not. [Truthfully he had no real plans. He may or may not go to the pool later, depending on how deeply tangled he and Rin become. But an afternoon spent lazing and catching up together? Is as nostalgic as it is nice to imagine.]
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Date: 2025-10-24 07:32 am (UTC)[ He’s not sure if Ai meant it, but the sexual charge there is undeniable, and his surges in his chest so suddenly he feels nearly nervous. Of fucking course he wants Ai to take him home now, but that many hours on a train and it’s lunchtime? He grits his teeth through a half frown as he debates. ]
Konbini on our way there? [ He leans toward Ai, his grin growing wider. ] I’ll make it up to you with dinner tonight.
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Date: 2025-10-24 02:35 pm (UTC)He can't help but smile a bit at Rin's frown, sure he can nearly predict the string of thought that just passed through his head.]
Works for me. [He walks backward a few paces, unable to tear his eyes away from Rin just yet, before righting himself right before the escalator and trusting Rin's right behind him. A few silent paces down the automated stairs, and Ai looks over his shoulder to Rin, expression cheeky.] Does that mean you plan on cooking? Or are we going out somewhere?
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Date: 2025-10-25 08:38 pm (UTC)Rin’s not far behind and leans on the escalator rail as he folds his arms. He smirks a little at the question. ]
Guess I could make you dinner. You know this place better than me for restaurants; doesn’t matter to me if we go out or stay in.
[ So long as I’m with you - he’d probably never have the courage to say it so plainly, but nervously he feels it. ] Would probably need to shop somewhere if I did cook.
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Date: 2025-10-25 09:21 pm (UTC)[Inadvertently saying the very thing Rin is thinking out loud, with so much ease he may as well be saying the sky is blue.
Logistically speaking, going out would be easier... But then it kind of feels like a date, doesn't it? I'm not sure that's senpai's intent... But the thought is appealing, even if it's selfishly so. Ai doubts Rin's packed a wardrobe for someplace nice, but even one of the local curry places or two-person yakiniku could be worthwhile... Ah, but doing it at home has its issues too... It wasn't that Ai couldn't cook, but that Rin has already offered to. And if Rin cooked, Ai would offer to clean up for him. But isn't it all a bit domestic?! No matter what happens, it's hard to read it in a normal way--!
Ai is torn out from his thoughts by nearly tripping on the bottom rung of the escalator, catching himself just as his feet come to the pavement. He doesn't dare look back over his shoulder in fear of seeing Rin's judgment... Or laughter. He's suddenly walking faster than he had been up on the train platform.
Ai taps himself out of the gate and waits for Rin on the sidewalk,] You're not here to be put to work, so maybe going out is better... [Seems he's decided for them.]
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Date: 2025-10-30 06:30 am (UTC)Ai’s name hitches on Rin’s lips when he stumbles but, ultimately, yeah, he’s getting a small simper. Rin exits the escalator with a much, much cooler landing, calling out as Ai scampers ahead: ] Tch, watch yourself, hey? You’d be pissed if you ended up injured! [ He's cute... Rin realizes he shouldn’t find it endearing. ]
Doesn’t matter to me, [ he shrugs as he joins Ai on the sidewalk, but if that’s what Ai wants, he’ll remember it for later. It’s the same station he got stranded at, so he knows the way, walking only in step with Ai toward their destination. ]
Your coach didn’t give you a hard time about skipping, did he?
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Date: 2025-10-30 02:26 pm (UTC)Overthinking was his forte, Rin! Though he's finished with it given the obvious choice; that, and Rin is back in his periphery on his side, and it's easy to level-set Rin with sky blue eyes that seem to hold a sparkle only he's allowed to witness.
To Rin's question, Ai's smile is just a touch too quick, and confident, and easy-going.]
Not at all. I told him I had an intimate family matter I had to attend to. He was very sympathetic.
[Categorically Ai was a bad liar, but he could be a good liar where it served his latent delinquent streak, and both of these things were things he learned from Rin specifically. Or, at the very least, Rin brought it out of him more than most. Ai generally has amazing attendance and is more punctual than most of his peers, so lying for one day off didn't upset him in the least.]
Ah, but we could still go to the pool. I'm not sure how much Mikhail-oyaji is breathing down your neck, but I know this close to competition season, it can't be a bad idea.
[A left-hand turn, and on the corner of a block up ahead, Ai's apartment complex comes into view.]
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Date: 2025-11-06 07:59 am (UTC)[ He stares at the apartment from a distance, a small tug at his lip. He can’t deny, he’s getting a little excited. His eyes cast a long glance at Ai, feeling somewhat light-headed as his mind rolls around thin, spirited thoughts. He’s a little too quiet for a little too long. As Rin admires Ai’s profile in silence, it becomes more and more obvious that he’s staring. ]
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Date: 2025-11-06 03:25 pm (UTC)Ai knows his body isn't really an issue; he cuts through water just as fast as his peers, has set records with these slimmer shoulders and smaller waist. It can just be a little hard to completely shake the shadows of voices from elementary that always had a way of reminding him how small he was compared to other boys his age.
Ai enters the front gate of his complex and climbs up the stairs toward his unit; it's only half-way up the flight that he finally pings the feeling he's had on him since he and Rin turned onto his block. Ai peers behind him, and sees that heavy crimson gaze leveled upon him acutely. Inadvertently his cheeks flush a little, but there's no shock or surprise. Rather, a subtle awe. That he could draw in such a leaden gaze, unabashed. He can't help his sudden laugh, small and tittered and airy, climbing the rest of the steps and walking the short length of the landing to his front door,]
For my own sake I'll have to hope you only have kind things bouncing around in your head right now, senpai. [It's an invitation to show or tell; Ai presses his door in and waits for Rin to enter before following suit.]
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Date: 2025-11-19 05:38 am (UTC)That small smirk evolves as Ai muses at him. ] I wouldn't call them unkind, [ he answers with a chortle, passing Ai through the front door. But as he goes, his hand falls on Ai's sternum. He turns on his heels as his fingers close around the front of Ai's shirt, and really... is it any surprise when Rin forcefully draws Ai's form into the unlit apartment, clearing the door enough to let it fall shut.
Rin prowls towards Ai, closing the distance between them until Ai's back is pressed now on the opposite side of the door. Teeth flash with glee, his eyes burning with an excitement that he's trying to contain. He had a week of thoughts backed up in his mind and he's forced to admit he doesn't know exactly what of them to start with; but here seems nice. Their bodies pressed close together, their faces inches apart. His fingers find the locks on Ai's door for him; as good as kissing him might sound, he's being mindful about the door first. ]
What about you? [ he croons. ] You can't tell me you've only had kind thoughts about me, huh?
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Date: 2025-11-19 11:02 pm (UTC)In one moment, Ai's stood on firm footing; in the next, Rin's pulled him flush, and Ai faintly lodges in the back of his head that he should at least try and get used to this, because Rin's always been handsy and forward with a sprinkle of bravado to match, and whether or not their thing would persist indefinitely, it'd certainly do Ai good not to find himself breathless every single damn time Rin demands his proximity.
The first two small steps, Rin is guiding him back toward the door; the last step, Ai's hands have slid over Rin's pectorals over top of his shirt, fingers gently furled into the fabric, not so much letting Rin guide him as much as Ai forces their proximity to remain as close as possible-- even as his shoulders, his back hit the door.
Ai's palms are heavy as they skate, flat and flexed, up Rin's collar bone, up his neck, over his shoulders, up into his hair. Far too easily, he smiles.]
I'd like to imagine the thoughts I've had are very kind, Rin-senpai. [Ai guides Rin's head down, enough that their lips are just barely not touching. Here, too, Ai's smile grows wider.] Because I think it's kind to share.
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Date: 2025-11-30 07:32 am (UTC)Rin hums, thoughtful and heated, as Ai's fingers wander their way up and into Rin's hair. He has such a sweetness about his touch. Rin's head tilts slightly, pressing into his palms and, for a moment, closing his eyes. It steals the air from his lungs. He relents against the guidance, closing the distance between their lips only as much as Ai permitted. Their foreheads touch. Rin is flush at the corners of his cheeks, his attention rapt on the words that ghost against his lips.
He chortles, his jaw flexing slightly. ] Yeah? Don't hate me if I share a little too much, then.
[ Rudely, his lips miss Ai's, barely kissing the corner of his mouth before pouring them over his cheek and neck. Tongue and teeth scrape over the tender skin, tracing a pulse down Ai's neck. A few days and no one would notice Ai's body had been ravaged, no? With care and confidence in equal measure, his teeth sink into the curve of Ai's neck. Hands find the hem of a shirt before slipping under, his palms fiercely pressing up and over the bare skin of Ai's stomach and side. ]
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Date: 2025-11-30 03:09 pm (UTC)Ai practically melts when he feels Rin's lips graze the corner of his own; selfishly he turns his cheek in, as if to give chase. But Rin's already on the move, carving a path forward with intent spelled among the sharp teeth presently dancing down the slope of his neck. Ai shudders, head slowly lolling back against the wall. It felt unfair, how Rin could stoke such immediate anticipation in his body.
As Rin sinks his teeth into the pliant skin of his neck, Ai's hands both flex strongly against Rin's scalp; his lips slowly fall agape, a deep well of breath attempting to pull itself down into his lungs. Rin's hands meeting his molten skin finally rip a soft moan from his lips he was sure wouldn't come so quickly, but. Ai was never known for being quiet.
He presses his body against wherever Rin touches; rolls his hips and arches his spine in order to press his stomach up against Rin's palms. Ai's hands drag down out of Rin's hair, the back of his neck and his shoulders. Blunt fingernails drag their way back down his front, where Ai is able to loop his arms around Rin's body. Under his shirt, up his spine, back down to his hips. The fabric of Rin's shirt just barely pools over his wrists.
Ai's eyes crack open, catching Rin sidelong in his periphery. Softly he tugs forward against Rin's body, one of his knees bent off the wall and barely aligned between Rin's thighs.]
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Date: 2025-12-13 06:02 pm (UTC)A leg between his thigh is a quick bribe. The moment he knows that it's there, Rin grinds against that leg, the bulge of his growing erection already obvious from the heat of kissing along Ai's neck. But the quick and sudden thrust rattles the door, shuddering Rin's senses enough to remember how quickly he'd lept into Ai's space. He should have thought maybe a touch harder about where he pinned Ai, huh?
Rin grunts, drawing reluctantly back. His cheeks are flushed red as he presses his forehead against Ai's. Rubies glitter as the light of Ai's beautiful face reflects off them. His hand finds Ai's throat and caresses down it, nearly dangerous for how badly he wants Ai's body. ]
Bedroom?
[ While before, in that first encounter, he might have been a bit shy to insist; but after two heated encounters, the flicker of nerves is gone. He just wants Ai on the same pace as him.
And, in the same pace, either leading or following, he'll snag Ai's hand to close the distance toward Ai's room. ]
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Date: 2025-12-13 06:51 pm (UTC)He means to give chase. To slide forward some; to bridge their bodies from his thigh to instead his hips, to let Rin feel as much of him as he's getting to feel of Rin. Equally as suffocating as the heat quickly licking every inch of his body is the borderline stun that he gets to have this. Unlike Rin's nerves, this sensation has not abated a single bit in the time between encounters; it's likely Ai will be marveled by the fact he can come to this juncture with Rin for a while.
Rin is leading him out of the genkan, and Ai isn't being helpful, because even as they both give chase down the length of his tiny apartment to his bedroom, Ai is occupying himself with a hand escaping the hold of Rin's to instead slide down his spine and take a selfish little squeeze of Rin's rear end. And there's a glint in his eyes, something equal amounts his time-tested adoration for the man beside him, and mischief.
Across the threshold, Ai slows down. Enough to take Rin by his shoulders, smooth his lithe fingertips over his collarbone. Over his jaw, to lead Rin down into a kiss. It starts sweet, but with every step forward forcing Rin's backside closer to his bed, it grows heavier. Ai won't stop or be satisfied until there is no room left to walk Rin any further backward, only leaning further and heavier against his lips, and his tongue, and his teeth, as if that might encourage Rin to comply and get on the bed.]
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